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Sandoval Sep 2017
Beg
You begged me,

to fall in love with the
moon.

So I could get

accustomed to having all of
you,

but then, none
at all too..


*Sandoval
Sandoval Sep 2017
I would have

died a million
deaths.

Before I saw

our love take
its last two

breaths.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Sep 2017
But darling,

you eternalize
everything

good in this
world.

*Sandoval
Sandoval Aug 2017
You compared us,

to Paul Newman
and
Joanne Woodward.

But baby, you ran.
He stayed.

Tell me again,
how we're still the same..

*Sandoval
Seema Jul 2017
Upon seeing the dazzling eyes
I was transfixed for a while
Were they eyes or two cups of wine
That set ablaze with a killer smile

Do I call them eyes or two doors
Opened to the finest vintage wines
Or is it just part of my daydream
Where her beauty timidly shines

For one moment it all seems real
And in another, an imagination
A true interpretation of a lovable song
Her tresses spread like intoxication  

The statue of this Greek goddess
Full of youth and procreation beauty
Structured with a marble frame
She is known as Aphrodite...

©sim
K Balachandran Jun 2017
You drank me in such style,
like a glass of vintage wine.
I could see your eyes acquiring
a special skill, at the moment
they set on me and then
your face attains a sheen.
I had the realization,all of a sudden
that this yen is no momentary affair.

See how years have flown!
As it  goes on aging, the wine
is becoming more sought after.
Sandoval Jun 2017
Her lips kissing your neck, her hands caressing  your hair,

could not wake me from my slumber.

But your eyes looking into hers, the way you looked

into mine. Well that, I could not bare.  And so,

I woke from my nightmare. Only to realize,

that you were not there.


*Sandoval
Today, I woke up with you on my mind, these nightmares wont leave my side, I dream about you most nights.. and, so I must write so this pain can finally subside
Sandoval Jun 2017
And so that men

knew about gentlemanlieness.

The sun would bow to the moon every night,

and admire her beauty from afar.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Jun 2017
They tried to break me, but this

blood that runs in me, is made of ink.

And these unbreakable bones, are made of poetry.


*Sandoval
D Apr 2017
with one hand you paint me
with the other, you hold
in your hand a wine glass
-- a sweet vintage from old

and later, as paint dries
you hold me instead,
both hands on my hips
-- the paint is all that's left
one night stand with an artist
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